Chapter 32: MARKED
CONRI’S POV
I picked him up and carried him into the bedroom. The entrance to the master suite was only a few feet away from the place behind the bar. I walked through the open door into the hallway leading to our master bedroom and slid open one door. Taking in the scent of Lucian’s shampoo, and one corner spotted my suitcase. I smiled and chuckled, noting that Benjamin had already delivered my stuff. The rumble in my chest from the chuckle made
I walked to the bed, pulled the covers back with Lucian still in my arms, and placed him on the bed. His head hit the pillows as his small breath escaped his lips.
I stood for a moment before watching him before sitting on the end of the bed, staring at him to commit his handsome face to memory. I was married to Lucian Freki. It hit me.
I took in his face, his long eyelashes, pointed nose, and sweet, sexy mouth. Kissing Lucian was addictive and sweet. Memories of how moaning into the kiss made my body shudder. His lips were meant to be kissed, to be bitten and tasted and relished. My hand could not resist but a brief brush on his lower lip.
My eyes went to the line of his neck and admired his Adam’s apple. My hand lowered to the shirt that had one button open. I opened the first button, the second, and the third. By the time the shirt was open, my hand shook. Lucian Feki’s body was a work of art. Anticipation more than lust made me open his pants and pull them down.
I bit my bottom lip as I stared at his cock. Even in his sleep, it stirred, and I ran my hand down the length of his leg. Lucian did not have any leg hair. It amazed and fuzzed me. He stirred in his sleep and widened his leg.
It was too much for me.
I got up, removed his shirt, and covered him. I crossed the room and closed the curtains. I unpacked my clothes and ten minutes later; I was out on the patio breathing the night air and also I needed to clear my head of his scent. It was the first time I was affected. I wanted to claim Lucian so badly that Dolf whimpered.
"Let us mark him," Dolf insisted.
"Not yet," I responded.